"Seventh Brother, the Qiao Family is in chaos. Even Qiao Pingjiang's wife and children have been captured. Your chain of schemes was truly brilliant—without the enemy even attacking, they've already fallen into disarray. Admirable, admirable. This Keyword of mine, Stirring Up Trouble, should have been given to you."
Flipping through the intelligence on the Qiao Family, Feng Zhong said eagerly, "The calls from the common folk for us to save the Qiao Family are growing louder. We should take advantage of the chaos, lead our people in, raise the banner of justice, and safeguard the martial world's stability! Once we charge in, we'll cement the Qiao Family's good name—and I guarantee not a single person from the Qiao Family will survive. Kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, and see which sect still dares help the Heavenly Demons."
"It's fake." Dug opened the personal rankings, looked at the numbers, and said calmly, "Not a single Simulation Arena contestant has died. The Beggar Gang and Green Dragon Gang haven't withdrawn from the Qiao Family, and sects like Kunlun are still on their way there. So the Qiao Family's chaos is an act put on for us."
"Idiot." Wang San gave a disdainful snort.
"Damn." Feng Zhong's face abruptly reddened. Embarrassed, he said, "I almost got fooled by them. Good thing Seventh Brother is wise."
"Keep calm whenever great matters arise. The more it comes down to this, the more we need to settle ourselves, lest excitement cloud our heads." Dug closed his personal panel. "The Qiao Family has at least dozens of Heavenly Demons. There are probably people from the Simulation Arena's top ten among them too. It's hardly strange that they could crack our scheme."
"Seventh Brother, what do we do now?" Feng Zhong asked. "Setting aside the useless Keywords,